A summer may be eventful. A summer may be drab. A summer may see the advent of grey clouds. It may bring in thunder and lightning, drizzles and rain that some welcome and others find depressing. Yet the grey clouds, the rain, the tears that get mistaken for the rain drops, they are all necessary.
For when the clouds move out and the sun beams down on you from a spotless azure sky, you stop and wonder why you thought the clouds were plotting against you. Its all beautiful again, its sunny and green, and life comes a full circle.... again and yet again...
